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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shalimar" data-source="post: 1435803" data-attributes="member: 9600">"I don't exactly think of it in terms of what they can do for me, but, they shouldn't, they just shouldn't put so many rules on things that people can't use their powers to help protect the people that need them. I just think that a lot of base-lines are jealous, thats why they limit us. Thats why they want to register us, sometimes I just want to go someplace where there aren't any base-lines, just Elites, then everyone would be on the same level, they wouldn't hate us, or fear us, we would be free of them, their fear, their hatred. We woudln't be limited." She says, pouring herself another glace of wine, she gives a slight start at what she had just said, her hand shaking almost enough to spill some of the wine, but she was able to control it.  The Aerodyne disappeared as she shook her head to clear it of Neuro's encroaching influence. Its dark, its night, this doesn't make sense, its day, I'm on the Aerodyne, and its not even noon. But nonetheless, it is dark, it is night, and she is sitting in the corner of a burn-out building. She's wearing hand me down grey sweats that look lik they are more then 5 years old. She feels cold, but that can't be right either, she is never cold, its part of her powers. She glances up into a broken mirror, and she sees a 12 year old boy looking back at her, with mousy brown hair, and old but well cared for clothes. What...whats going on...who's this boy, why am I seeing this, She looks down and sees a dog, she isn't exactly sure, but it looks kinda like a cross between a Husky and a Collie. She, he, whoever it is, pats the dog and it licks his hand, its tail wagging playfully. The boy looks around the building nervously for a second, and then he places his hand on the dogs head, and suddenly she can feel the dogs thoughts, see what it sees, its all very disorienting. Is this, is this one of Neuro's memories, is he this boy? Let me out of here... Smiling, the little boy has the dog stand up on its hind legs with a thought, it took awhile, she could feel the boy's effort, how much it hurt, and his sense of accomplishment in getting his friend to do what he wanted. Reaching into his pocket, he gave the dog a treat, and told it in its mind that he would give him another if he would dance on his hind legs. She feels a happy laugh come from the boy and he gives the dog the treat and a hug. "I kew you were a freak, I just didn't know how big a freak you were." Kelly hears from over her shoulder. She turns, feeling fear deep in her stomach, she knew this boy, he was a bully, and he always had a pack of other boys with him to help beat up weaker boys. Sure enough, there was a gang of of boys all watching him and sneering. "Please.. don't, please, just let me go home." he begs, knowing whats coming, having heard how they talk about freaks, how they always brag about what they would do if they saw one going to their school. All the boys just laugh at him, "I'm gonna enjoy this." the leader says, and then he balls up his fist and plants it in the small boys stomach. The young Neuro whimpers, not even trying to fight back, he curls up into as small of a ball as he can, he knows he can't fight back against all of them, and he can't even use his powers on humans, he is totally at the bullies mercy. Kelly feels all the blows, each kick to the stomach, evry punch in the face... she feels all of it, and she cannot help but cry for the little boy that would grow up to be her own tormentor. She just couldn't muster up much anger at him after feeling what he had felt. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks up at Tommy from where she is lying on the floor, curled up in a ball as Neuro had been in the memory, for thats the only thing that it could have been, and it was definitely his memory not hers. "Why...why do base-lines have to hate like that...its just not fair, those kids, they all beat up on Nuero just because he was an Elite... he was only a little kid... they hurt him soo much... they kept beating him, hurting him... just because he was an elite, thats why he was like he was... they all just kept hurting him because he was different."</blockquote>

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